Chapter 120
**Sara**
We sat there in comfortable silence for a moment, smiling like fools. It was a rare, perfect moment that felt almost surreal. The city lights twinkled below us, the cool night air brushing our skin.
"Think the neighbors enjoyed the show?" I teased, nudging him with my shoulder. "We might need to buy them an apology cake or something."
Tom laughed. "If they did, I'm sure they're thanking their lucky stars that you're here."
I laughed and gave him a playful shove. "If they're enjoying the show, the least they can do is send some snacks. Maybe some wine to go with the entertainment."
He grinned and pulled me closer, his hand sliding down to give my ass a firm squeeze. "I think that can be arranged. Though I'd rather keep you all to myself if I'm being honest."
"Aw, is the big bad professor feeling possessive?" I teased, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "Don't worry, I'm not planning on sharing you with anyone."
He growled and nipped at my earlobe. "Good, because you're the only one I want riding my cock."
His words thrill me, making my skin tingle with anticipation. There was something about his possessiveness that was undeniably sexy.
"Let's get to it, then," I said, slowly unbuttoning my blouse, one button at a time. My fingers fumbled slightly, caught between the cool air and the heat of his gaze. Tom's eyes tracked the movement, darkening with desire as my blouse slipped off my shoulders.
"Beautiful," he murmured.
I grinned, reaching behind to unclasp my bra. "You don't have to keep flattering me, you know. The blouse is already off."
His hands were on me instantly, deftly removing the lacy barrier to my skin. His fingers grazed my breasts, a soft touch that had my breath catching in my throat.
My nipples hardened under his attention, sensitive to the chill of the night and the warmth of his touch. He leaned forward, his lips closing over a nipple, sucking gently. A gasp slipped past my lips, my back arching involuntarily as a jolt of pleasure raced through me.
His hands squeezed my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples in time with the rhythm of his mouth. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same careful, maddening attention.
"Mmm, Sara, you taste so damn good," he murmured, eyes half-lidded with hunger and amusement.
"Good thing you enjoy dessert," I quipped. I tangled my fingers in his messy hair, pulling him closer as I bit my lip.
Tom finally pulled back, meeting my gaze with a wicked grin. "Are you ready for the main course, my little tease?" His hands moved to his jeans, retrieving a condom and giving me a knowing look.
"Always," I replied, my voice a sultry whisper, heart doing cartwheels as I watched him tear open the packet with his teeth.
He stepped back, rolling the condom down his length with practiced ease. The sight of him, thick and ready, sent a wave of heat pooling in my belly.
"Now," he said with a growl, pulling me forward and guiding me onto the balcony railing. His hands cradle my hips, positioning me just right. "You want it hard, don't you?"
"Yes," I managed, my voice coming out in a breathless rush of excitement.
One hard thrust and he was buried deep inside me. I moaned, fingers gripping the cold rail, breath hitching at the sudden fullness.
He started moving hard and fast, hips slapping against mine in a rough, steady rhythm. Each thrust sent a delicious shock of pleasure coursing through me, and I gasped, grinding back against him, eager for more.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," he groaned, leaning over me, one hand reaching around to toy with my clit.
I couldn't form words, overwhelmed by the sensation of him pounding into me, stretching me wide and filling me completely. His fingers worked my clit in tandem with his thrusts, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
"Tom," I gasped, my voice coming out in a needy whimper. "Just like that."
His response was a dark chuckle, a knowing grin that I could feel against the back of my neck. "You love this view, don't you?"
"It's—to die for," I panted, my breath hitching again as his fingers curled inside me.
He maintained the punishing pace, fucking me with a primal hunger that seemed to match my own. The railing dug into my belly, and I welcomed the sensation, teetering on the brink of something glorious and profound.
"Want to switch it up?" he murmured, teasing and playful despite his voice's ragged edge.
Before I could respond, he pulled out, and my body screamed at the sudden emptiness. He guided me to turn around, lifting me effortlessly and placing me on the balcony couch with my legs over his shoulders.
"You ready for this?" he asked, his hands gripping my thighs as he lined up with my entrance.
I nodded, breathless and aching. "Give me everything, Tom."
He obliged, thrusting into me again with a deep, delicious stroke. His angle was perfect, hitting spots that made sparks dance behind my eyes. Gradually, he leaned forward, bending me in half, taking me deeper.
With each push and pull, I lost myself a little more, surrendering blissfully to the tide of pleasure. His hands wrapped around my thighs, securing them against his chest, effectively pinning me as he pounded inside me.
"So—good," I gasped, rocking against him, clutching at the couch to brace myself.
He groaned. "You take my cock so well, Sara."
Together, we moved, writhing in a frenzy of heat and intensity. I could feel the building pressure, the telltale tightening in my stomach that promised an explosive release.
He shifted, his grip relentless, holding me captive to his thrusts. The friction was electric, the rhythm unyielding. And every slick motion, every delicious stroke eroded my control further, wearing me down to nothing but raw sensation.
"Please," I gasped. "I'm close, Tom. Please—let me come."
"Come for me," he urged, his voice coaxing, demanding. He thrust harder, fingers delving between us to rub circles over my clit with skillful precision.
I shattered a ragged cry, dissolving into the night air as my climax swept over me. Pleasure crashed through me in blinding waves, pulling me under and leaving me boneless and breathless.
Tom's movements grew rougher, more frantic as he chased his release. With a guttural groan, he came, hips jerking erratically as he emptied himself into the condom.
For a long moment, we stayed that way, tangled together, hearts racing in synchrony. Our breath mingled in the cool night air, and I could feel his pulse thrumming under my fingertips.
Eventually, the world refocused, soothing the lingering shivers of my release. Consciousness settled back in slowly, like warm honey trickling over cold granite.
Tom eased out of me, discarding the condom before he lay beside me, wrapping himself around me with a satisfied sigh.
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